"Hiking in the springtime has to be God's gift to us after enduring winter," I was thinking to myself as I walked besides the little shallow country creek. Around me there was the renewal of life everywhere from the fresh green grass, budding leaves on the trees to the scampering of squirrels trying to locate the various nuts they buried last winter.
Growing tired from my hiking I decided to sit for awhile to enjoy the sights and sounds that were around me. I had found a wonderful spot that allowed me comfort yet partially concealed my location so that I could continue to enjoy all the things nature could provide without disturbing the activities. I was able to observe birds building nests, butterflies going where ever butterflies go, and bees searching for all those things that only they could turn into honey. I could hear the chatter from the birds as they gave each other instructions on how to construct their nest, and the buzz of the bees in their ever widening circles to locate the sweetness of the land, and something Unidentifiable. The sound was almost like the sound of distant musical notes but not quite.
As I listened and watched I was able to locate the direction of the strange sounds but could not see anything. Afraid of getting up to look for fear of startling whatever was making this strange sounds I stayed as motionless as was possible. The sounds were getting closer. And the closer the sounds got the more it sounded familiar.
Yes I know that sound, it is the sound that young girls make when they talk and giggle almost at the same time. Well so much for enjoying nature with such noisy spectators in the mist of it. I almost got up but stopped myself as I wondered why young girls would be wondering in the woods. Having nothing to lose I sat, waited and listened. The girls were getting closer and I could discern two distinct voices. As I listened I heard the names of Ann and Justine, could they be the names of the girls approaching? I sat, waited and listened.
The girls were getting close. So close that I was afraid they would stumble over me! Yet I waited. They were just on the other side of the creek, almost directly in front of me, yet they didn't see me. They stopped under a huge Oak tree, both facing each other leaning on the tree. They were talking about boys. Both were in their late-teens one girl had bright red hair, the other brown, both were about 5' 4", and both appeared to weigh about 110 pounds each. They were both wearing summer dresses with spaghetti straps and sandals. As I listened I found out that the red headed girl was named Justine, and Ann was the name of the other girl.
"Ann, I get so tired of Tom pawing at me when we are alone. Even when we do have sex I think he is an oaf only out to satisfy his urges," stated Justine.
"I know how you feel," replied Ann, "as Jim is the same way. He just wants to get his dick in my pussy and come. Just when it is starting to feel good he is finished. The idiot only thinks of himself. You know if I was a man, I would be so different."
"How?" asked Justine.
"Well first of all I would not be in a big hurry," said Ann, "I would want to do a lot of kissing and feeling, and holding and stroking. Being gentle. Letting each of us heat up at the same time. Enjoying the feeling of each other's excitement. Just be kind of in tune to each other, knowing almost by magic what to do next."
"I don't think there is magic in sex," Justine said, "It is just in and out, and then just messy."
"Ok Justine, suppose that Tom is facing you now and no one else is around. Tom is gazing into your eyes and he reaches out and strokes your face with his hand. Don't you think that would feel nice?" ask Ann.
"I don't know, and I don't think the idiot would ever try," replied Justine, "He is always going for my breasts."
"Justine, just pretend I'm Tom," said Ann. Reaching out with her left arm she strokes Justine's face with her hand. "Just close your eyes now and pretend it is Tom."
After a few moments Justine says, "That feels good," as she leans her face into Ann's hand.
Ann reaches out with her other hand and caresses Justine face with both hands. Then with Justine resting her head in Ann's left hand, Ann begins to stroke Justine's face with her right hand.